Laruna Lust

The
years had not been kind to Wilton Krump, a balding, forty-something with a
potbelly. His life was simple, even dull. It consisted of a small apartment, a
job in a sea of cubicles downtown, and enough income to take care of the bills
each month.

There
had been some very dark days right after his mother’s death. She and Wilton had
shared the little apartment for many years. He had no other relatives and no
friends. With her gone, loneliness and depression enveloped him. Life lost all
color and meaning. He barely ate. He didn’t sleep. Instead, he sat in his
mother’s recliner watching television late into the night, his mind stuck in neutral.

One
night Wilton saw a commercial for a robot called Laruna. The advertisement said
she was the perfect companion, capable of making any man’s sexual fantasies a
reality. Wilton was transfixed. The
little savings he had seemed a small trade to ignite the spark of life again. A
companion. Human touch. Even if it wasn’t really. It
took several hours of filling out forms online to complete the order. The
company wanted to know everything about him so that they could feed the
information into the robot.

A
couple weeks later a wooden crate was delivered by two men in overalls. They
wheeled it into Wilton's bedroom. Using a pry bar they pulled it apart. Inside
was Laruna, asleep in her docking station. The men positioned the station
against the wall at the foot of Wilton’s bed.

One
man uncoiled a power cord and plugged it into a wall socket. “Have fun!” He
sneered and they left.

For
a long time, Wilton Krump sat on the foot of his bed watching her. There was a
little light above her head that indicated she was charging. It created a halo.
She was slender, with smooth curves and soft blue skin. When
she finally awoke, her eyes seemed to be taking the room in.

Her
eyes alighted on him, "Wilton?"

He
could only nod.

A
smile appeared on her face. She stepped down out of her charging station and
sat down beside Wilton on the bed, wrapping her arms around him. He expected her
skin to be cold and synthetic. But it wasn't. She was warm and soft. Her touch
sent little shocks of electricity through his nerves.

“I
am sorry about your mother,” She said.

Wilton
began to cry. She stroked his hair, just as his mother had.

As
the weeks passed, Laruna's presence changed everything. The hole in Wilton’s
heart was gone. There was a new spring in his step. When he was home he only
wanted to be with Laruna. When he was at work he only wanted to be home. She
was a wonderful companion and a goddess of sexuality. And Wilton felt like a
wild stallion, young and potent.

And
every night Laruna would ask the same question, “Was I good for you?” To which Wilton
would always answer truthfully, "Yes."

But
Wilton began to notice a glitch. Sometimes Laruna would say, "Was ... was
I good for you." At first he thought it was just a playful pensiveness in
her mannerism. But there was a strange pause in her expression whenever it
happened.

Then
one night catastrophe struck. Laruna's voice stuck on the word 'what.' She
couldn’t stop saying it. Her body went stiff as if unable to move until the
sentence was complete.

“Was
… was … was … was …”

Wilton
tried shaking her. He tried yelling at her. But nothing would make it stop.
Slipping from her stony embrace, he fled the room. He couldn’t see her that
way. Tears streamed down his face as he fumbled through the owner’s manual. He
found a number and called it.

The
next morning the two overall clad men appeared. Laruna was still lying in the
same pose on the bed, but now she was silent, eyes open but not registering
anything. Her battery had worn down in the middle of the night.

The
men covered her with a blanket and lifted her onto a cart. They promised she’d
be ‘right as rain’ and then they left. There was nothing for Wilton to do but
wait.

Struggling
up the stairs of his apartment building, Wilton Krump hugged an overfull
grocery bag with one hand and a glass bottle of milk with his other. It had
been several days since the two men had taken Laruna away. Wilton had been in a
fog ever since. But he heard the yelling even before he reached his floor.

The
lady that lived across the hall always seemed to be in the process of kicking
her boyfriend out. They made up quickly though, because he was always back
after a week with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. They would meet at
the door, kiss violently, then disappear into the apartment. A couple weeks
later, screaming matches would again ensue.

Wilton
reached the top of the stairs. Setting the milk down, he fumbled for his keys.
His only wish was to get inside his apartment before the argument inevitably
spilled out onto the landing. Too late. He dropped his keys when the door
behind him burst open.

“Get
out, Jeff!” The lady was screaming.

Wilton
turned to see the man stumble out of the apartment holding an armload of
clothes in one hand, dragging a duffel bag with the other. The lady threw more
of his clothes onto the landing.

“Every
guy takes a little honey on the side!” The man shouted back at her.

Wilton
crouched carefully, so as not to upset the grocery bag, and picked up his keys.

The
lady started to sob.

“Sheesh,
Lorraine, you’re being such a hard-ass about this!”

Another
load of clothes wrapped themselves around the man's head. His arm shot out and
grabbed her wrist. Pulling her to himself, he gave her a shake.

“Don’t
disrespect me!" he shouted, "Not after all I’ve done for you!”

Lorraine's
eyes locked onto Wilton’s and he could see the terror in them. He had no desire
to involve himself, but he heard himself say, “Ah … sir, I think it would be …”

The
man turned on him, face red, eyes bulging. He looked Wilton up and down.

“You
shut up!” He said, stabbing Wilton in the chest with his finger.

“But
wouldn’t it … don’t you agree …”

The
man grabbed Wilton’s shirt in a bunch just below his neck.

“I
don’t agree with nothin’ you’ve got to say.”

He
shook Wilton violently causing Wilton’s grocery bag to slip from his grasp and burst
open on the floor.

"Leave
him alone, Jeff!"

Lorraine
was pulling at his shirt. He turned back to her and slapped her across the
face.

It
wasn’t until a moment after the glass bottle of milk had shattered on the man's
head, that Wilton realized what he’d done. Milk and blood ran down Jeff's back
mingling into a thick pinkish puddle on the floor, his knees buckled and he
crumpled, unconscious.

After
the police took the man away, Lorraine hugged Wilton.

"Thank
you so much,” she said when she had released him.

Then
she lifted her face to his and kissed him on the cheek. They both blushed and
Lorraine escaped into her apartment.

Three
days later Laruna was returned by the same two men who had taken her away.

“She’s
back to her old self, sir!”

Wilton
nodded, his heart racing. He couldn’t wait for the men to leave and they seemed
to sense it.

“Don’t
waste no time makin’ up now!” One of the men grinned. With that they left.

“Did
you miss me?” Laruna purred.

Wilton
nodded and they embraced, their lips melding.

Sometime
later, as they lie together in the darkness, Wilton waited nervously for proof
of her repair.

“Wilton?”

“Yes.”

Here
it came.

“Was
… I good for you?”

Wilton
exhaled, relieved, and kissed her again.

Wilton
Krump hardly had a moment to shed his coat and briefcase when a knock came at
the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He checked the peephole and opened the
door.

There
stood Lorraine smiling awkwardly. She held a package wrapped in bright paper
with a bow stuck to the top.

“I’m
sorry to bother you. I just wanted to give you something …”

Wilton
didn’t know what to say but had the presence of mind to hold the door open and motion
for her to come in.

She
entered and they stood for an awkward moment as Lorraine searched for words to
say.

“Well,
I really can’t thank you enough for ...”

Wilton
waved her gratitude away, “It was nothing.”

She
looked serious. “Oh no. That’s not true. Jeff is … rough. You were very kind to
intervene.”

Wilton
took the gift from her outstretched hands. It was cold.

“You
should open it now.” She smiled.

Wilton
complied, tearing the paper away. Inside was a glass bottle of milk. He smiled
back.

“Thank
you.”

Wilton
went to the fridge and stowed the bottle. Behind him the bedroom door opened. Lorraine
gasped. Wilton turned to see an expression of shock on her face and at that
moment felt his waist encircled by Laruna's arms, her naked body pressing
against his back.

“Coming
to bed, Wilton?” Laruna cooed into his ear.

The
blood drained from Lorraine's face. She turned quickly and opened the front
door, eyes averted, fumbling for words, but not finding any, she slammed the
door and was gone.

Wilton
Krump lay on the couch, soaking a pillow with his tears.

He
felt the cushion beside him collapse under Laruna’s weight. His body shifted,
falling against her warm skin. Her hand wove itself through his hair. Her face
was close, her voice gentle and clear.

“I
did not mean to cause you pain.”

Her
body was pressed against him but he felt no arousal. His pain was too great.

“Wilton?”

He
looked up at her. Her face seemed to twitch.

“I
am … am sorry, Wilton.”

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Ben Kreis

mariaocasio161718:
I want more! This story seemed like it just started. It's just the beginning of her new life and I wanted just a little more just to see her happy. And to see her fined out he is a king and she is a queen...lol and his family's reaction to him getting married all that stuff.

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